Cornish appeared in the recesses of hell, just out of Lucifer's grasp from the cage. Protected from being drawn in by his power, she peered around, confirming that they were alone. 

"Azazel was killed, my lord," Cornish said, hating the need to recognize authority. "Crowley continues to work with the Winchesters."

She bowed slightly, wanting nothing more than to run away, find a new planet, and relocate. It wasn't as if she needed oxygen to breathe. Anything but Earth would suffice. 

"Is that all you require of me?"
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Castiel shifted uncomfortably. The pagan gods always seemed to fell off to him, likely due to the abominations that they were. 

Sam, however, frowned. "I don't recall reading of an...Astrial and....Loki is the brother of Thor?"